𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥 - 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞. 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

ᴛʜᴜʀsᴅᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ 12ᴛʜ
ᴏғ ᴏsɪʀᴀɴ 1219ᴀᴄ
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MAL WANTED TO BURN IT ALL DOWN.

That wasn't hyperbolic, she both had the means, the motivation, and the absolute fury to do so.

Things were changing far too fast for her liking. Mal has never considered herself as someone who cared about what she looked like. On the Isle, her leather jacket was a stolen item from years ago and twice her size, she ended up cutting the bottom half and dyed it multiple shades. The majority of her pants and jeans were ripped and stained, and she'd cut her hair only when it became a hassle to take care of. But now, staring in front of the mirror was someone she did not recognize. The bleached platinum hair was almost glowing in the worst way, like a big sign that said: "Hey! Look at me! I gave in so fast!" Her own reflection was mocking her. All she could focus on was the itch that the bleach left in her cranium.

Her hair had already grown from her jaw to the top of her shoulders. And now that she had people to take care of it, what would be the point in cutting it off? The longer she looked, the longer she could feel her very soul being squeezed of what remained. Wow, that was bleak, she'd been spending too much time with Jay.

Audrey did her best not to laugh when she first saw Mal. She did not last long. "I'll let you have that one. If you laugh again you won't have any hair yourself."

"Wow," she said, "There's blond and then there's that."

"Trust me, I can feel just how stupid I look." She opened the door wider to let the princess into the dorm. This was one of the few times they could have some privacy, Evie was gone for the day. "Still could've been worse, one wanted me to go ginger because it 'grabs more attention'."

"Was it Gabrielle, Suzanne, or Jeanne-Marie?"

Mal halted in her step and turned to face her, "Jeanne-Marie."

The princess nodded as she crossed the room to sit on the ripped couch (blame Carlos), "Ivory Tower's most impressive modiste, visagiste, and coiffeur trio," she said in perfect French which caused Mal's eyebrows to raise in surprise, "They oversee the royal families' entire image, making sure they and any surrounding company they keep is society-presentable."

Mal, only knowing French and Latin for her spells had no idea of the titles she used, "I'm sorry but what the hell is a visa-what and a coi-the-fur?"

"It's a beautician and a hairdresser." She answered, "They came here with the Beaumonts all the way from Villeneuve and refused to abandon their fancy little French ways or titles." Letting out a sigh, she said, "I always hated Jeanne-Marie the most. Total control freak."

"You want to talk control freak? We need to handle the Fairy Godmother."

The Godmother was no longer her usual friendly, caring, and motherly self. Ever since the events of Ben's coronation in which Mal snapped the fey's wand and let it dissipate into specks of dust, the Godmother had been in a bad mood. She doesn't blame her, even if the wand was powerless it was still an important relic (though a powerless one) that she had used for hundreds of years. And Mal snapped it in half. She would've preferred ripping off one of the Godmother's wings, but she didn't have any.

The past few days she's been more watchful over the Rotten, especially Mal. Mal didn't have any hobbies or people in Auradon. Not like the others. Evie occupied herself with her new classes: botany, advanced chemistry, and human biology. When she's not doing that, she has her fun with Ora. Jay had his fun letting out steam on the tourney field (and then in the showers with a certain blonde), he's even brought out his blacksmith tools recently so he's been acclimating. Even Carlos was distracting himself with his new sugar obsession.